The day didn't start out badly, but that state of affairs wasn't to last long.
Everyone has had experiences like those that befell me on a recent Friday. It wasn't a Friday the 13th, but it well might have been. No one I encountered was happy.
Let me back up. People who work here were not particularly unpleasant. It was the walk-ins and call-ins that set the tone for all-around bad karma.
We're used to dealing with complaints from disgruntled people. It's a situation that simply goes with the territory.
I was put on the spot a few days ago when I was asked to sing the national anthem for an event commemorating the end of the long career for a friend.
County Clerk Freddy Burton, whom I've known since 1970, is calling it quits. He's done a great job in that office and is probably one of the best-liked politicians around. He cares about people and has surrounded himself with staff people who have shared his philosophy, so he's had a truly successful run in office.
Have you seen the Sprint commercial where a â€śtypical American familyâ€ť is gathered around the table â€śdiscussingâ€ť how they are going to divvy up their cell phone providerâ€™s â€śsharedâ€ť data plan? Itâ€™s kind of like a mini United Nations where the smaller countries insist they have as much right to an areaâ€™s riches as the larger ones.
After enjoying several days of what I will go out on a limb and label "good hair days," I was hit with a bombshell.
The change came about because of a single factor: Humidity.
For me, humid weather is the kiss of death for my hairdo. It's disheartening. I can set my hair and, at the start of the day, the image in the mirror isn't bad as far as the hair goes.
Thirty minutes after I'm in the atmosphere, I undergo a 180-change. The higher the humidity, the more pronounced the change.
If there's a more romantic song around than Andy Williams' "Hawaiian Wedding Song," I've yet to hear it.
Ironically, I've never heard it actually sung at a wedding, but I've always thought it would fit, particularly for some of the island ceremonies that have become popular in recent years.
Hearing it never fails to touch me and I'll always associate it with this wonderful singer, who's now gone.
It's sad to see the passing of another of the entertainment icons that made such an indelible mark on the popular music scene.
The world around us is full of chaos, violence and destruction. The situation in the Middle East should have every American concerned about the clear and present danger that could ignite at any moment.
While it is a prudent measure to keep a watchful eye on that particular region, let us not forget to turn an appreciative gaze upon what often times is overlooked right here in our own backyard.
One thing to which so-called â€śsocial mediaâ€ť excels is allowing the initial opinion of one person to take fire and influence hundreds or thousands of others in a relatively short period of time. Itâ€™s the rough equivalent of the personal newspaper column of just a few years ago.
Often-times it isnâ€™t what a person says but how he says it that makes a difference. As fallible humans, we often see the messenger more than we hear the message. There may not be much we can do about this vital flaw but we all can work on lessening the effects and outcomes it produces.
The political landscape is full of examples.
There are those who will never believe or support President Obama simply because they do not like him. The same is true for Mitt Romney.
Something happened recently to make me think of the day we lost a cat named Murphy.
The cat had been strictly an indoor animal for some time, though he was a rescue and previously had roamed freely â€” near the Courier office.
That was, in fact, what caused him to come to our house in the first place. He had had an unfortunate encounter with a vehicle and his injuries and subsequent surgery meant he could no longer be free and easy.
Someone once told me that whenever a significant event presents itself, be sure to say "I'm going to remember this moment." This simple directive is a way to bookmark a memory in your mind. It constructs an off-ramp for the future when a drive down the nostalgia highway is taken.
Last Saturday was one of the special moments for the crowd of people who gathered to witness the marriage of my oldest son, Scott, to the absolute love of his life, Amanda.